So I was in Houston and Chicago last week to celebrate the 10th anniversary of Real Simple and to promote my book. It was a busy/fun/wonderful/action-packed week, which was 95% terrific and 5% awful because I had high heels on for about 80 hours straight. My calves may never be the same.
One of the best things about getting out of your cage and wandering loose in the U.S. of A. is having the opportunity to meet new people. Do you think most of us meet one new person a day? If not, we should. I met so many new people that I may have run through my New Person Quota for the rest of the year.
The week was also full of surprises. For example, does it make sense to you that last call at Chili’s in the Houston airport is…6:30? Whatever happened to last call being at 2 a.m.? Also, don’t you think there should be some sort of standardized place where all hotels store the hair dryer? Sometimes it’s in a closet, sometimes in a drawer, sometimes mounted on the wall, sometimes on a hook. C’mon, people! Not sure a weary traveler should have to work so hard. And we’re not even going to discuss hotel guests who set the alarm clock and leave it set even after they’ve checked out. Not everybody needs to get up at 5 a.m., Mr. Whoever Was Before Me in Chicago.
But the best surprise of all came when I met a man in Chicago and he handed me his business card, very nonchalantly, and I saw that his title was DIRECTOR OF FUN. I am open to other ideas, but I have to say I’m inclined to think DIRECTOR OF FUN is the best possible title I can imagine having on a business card. I may even have to frame it—aren’t we all supposed to have some sort of career goals? Director of Fun is mine!